Event Log: Flu Season

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters
What: The event log for the Flu Season event
Where: All over the city
When: March 20th-March 30th
Warnings: Gross sneezing, sick people, and paranoia

It starts with a cough, a sneeze, a sore throat - something small and simple, easily ignored. But then your symptoms get worse. It's probably been awhile since you've been sick, that sort of thing doesn't usually happen here. You might be able to raid the shops for some tissues and tea before it gets too bad, and hopefully you've got a friend to help out until you get better. Surely it'll be over soon, right?

Until the fever sets in, and you start to understand why your friend is really there. They don't want to take care of you. They want to make sure this is the last anyone will ever see of you. They want to learn all your secrets. They want to steal your most precious possession. You know they're plotting against you, you know they're keeping something from you. What will you do to find out what it is?

Then, as the sickness fades, you realize it was all in your mind. Let's hope you didn't do or say anything too awful. But that friend of yours... they seem to have picked up your cough. Maybe you should help them out?

► This log covers March 20th-March 30th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
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► If your paranoia ends in murder, please let us know here.

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Maedhros || Elf-House + Open to Visitors

[castintofire]

Maedhros didn't regret caring for his nephew. Never. Even when he started to fall ill himself. He kept working as long as he could until even his strength started to fail him, and his mind started telling him there were people there that shouldn't be.

But eventually he couldn't deny it and went to his room, seeking sleep in the hopes of staving off the worst of memories and images that he knew would just do more harm.

"Let me sleep, Tyelko," he grumbled at the image of a brother who shouldn't be there, but was poking at him nonetheless, pulling the blanket over his head.

[bythewaves]

A low sob comes from the room next door.

"Please...I tried, I tried!"

[castintofire]

The poking paused only to be replaced by an insistent tug and Maedhros immediately dragged himself from bed to go to Maglor. He didn't knock, just went in as steady as he could manage.

"You did all you could, Kano, let us help?"

Don't mind big bro crawling into bed with you!

[bythewaves]

Maglor looks at him with fever glazed eyes.

"I tried, Nelyo. I really did. I wanted to save you. I couldn't!"

Fingon did it Curufin's shadow says callously.

[castintofire]

Aye! And gladly so! Celegorm's said gleefully, ignoring the glare Maedhros leveled at him.

The eldest of them turned his attention to Maglor and tucked his brother's head under his chin, pulling him close.

"Shh, I know, Kano. I did not want you to come after me. You did what needed done."

[bythewaves]

"Don't leave me." He begs.

Everyone leaves Caranthir says.

"I didn't mean to fail you, Nelyo."

[stonebird]

She heard that Maedhros had fallen ill and she did not even pause to wonder if what she was doing was right. He was ill. He needed care. She had enough knowledge from Lord Elrond to make him comfortable.

But first - she needed to prepare sufficient food. While a nice stew was cooking in the kitchen, she finally visited said Elf's bedroom, rapping politely on the door.

"Maedhros? May I come in?"

[castintofire]

Another voice in Maedhros' head? No. It was Sansa. He drew in a shuddering breath, swatting absently at another prodding finger demanding he pay attention.

"Only if you do not mind little brothers harassing you."

[stonebird]

"I -" she paled, knowing him to be in there alone - or so she had thought? " - would welcome it."

It was probably best to play along. High fevers caused all sorts of nasty side effects. She let herself into the room and glanced around, confirming her suspicions.

"I am making you a stew. It should give you some of your strength back." she eyed the mess that was his blanket and set about tucking him in properly. He didn't need to catch a chill in his condition. When she was finished, she brushed back the hair from his forehead to check his temperature.

[castintofire]

Sanity in the light of madness!

Maedhros peeked out from under the blanket when tucked back in and tried for a smile, ignoring the leer from Celegorm aimed at Sansa. His eyes were fever-bright and sweat beaded his brow, but he didn't protest her touch.

"You are too kind, Sansa," he murmured.

[stonebird]

She had a feeling many of the Fëanorians needed mothering. While she was much, much, much younger than them and hardly deserved the honor, she was happy to step in when they needed it most.

"And you are burning up." she left him briefly to gather a basin of cool water and a cloth. After soaking the cloth, she laid it over his forehead.

"Are your brothers behaving themselves?" as if brothers ever did, right? She could distract him with some funny stories if he needed them.

[utulien_aure]

Tyelko, Tyelko, Tyelko, a small, jealous voice whispered in Fingon's ear. It's always one of them, isn't it? Even when they're not here...

"It's just me," he shakes his head and murmurs hoarsely. "Still not sleeping, are you?"

[castintofire]

Fingon's voice jarred Maedhros more alert with a flash of guilt and he carefully rolled over to curl arms gently around him.

"Better than Tyelko." Ignoring that mocking snort from the shadow, naturally.

"Is it possible to sleep too much?" No, he hadn't been able to manage that much sleep.

[utulien_aure]

"I certainly hope so," Fingon muttered. He snuggled into Maedhros' arms, trying to ignore the fear twisting in his gut. Of course he's sorry, he's always sorry, but when the time comes you're the one always chasing after him.

"It might be best to sleep through this whole affair if you can." He shrugged slightly, heavy limbs making each movement ungainly. "Need anything? I'm still not so bad...."

[castintofire]

Maedhros slowly entwined their legs and rest his forehead against Fingon's.

The voice was right. He was never good enough for Fingon.

"Only your company, if you can stand it?"

[utulien_aure]

Good, Fingon thought, a little mollified, as he curled possessively around Maedhros. Mine, not theirs.

"Always," he said, tilting his head up to press a kiss of Maedhros' brow. "I always want your company."

[roseofthetyrells]

[over the past couple of months, Margaery has been a regular visitor to the Elf-House, so when she heard that people were getting sick, it was the first place in her mind to visit. she's honestly not feeling that well herself but she can at least fetch soup and tuck people in. luckily for her, the paranoia hasn't set in yet. perhaps the emphasis should be on yet]

You can sleep after you've had some of this broth. Come, it will only take a moment.

[castintofire]

{Margaery has been welcomed to their home, and has made a good impact! Even when there are grumpy and ill Elves to deal with. Maedhros reluctantly pokes his head out from under the blanket and slowly pushes himself upright.}

As you wish. Did you make it for everyone?

[roseofthetyrells]

[Margaery would be pleased to know that. she's spent so much of her life being valued for her beauty and wealth that being appreciated for other things comes as a pleasant surprise]

Yes, there should be enough to last us days. Hopefully, this illness won't last that long, but just in case.

[castintofire]

{The Elf manages a wane smile, leaning against the headboard.}

You are good to us, I thank you.

[roseofthetyrells]

[she smiles back warmly]

It's the very least I can do after how very good all of you have been to me.

Elf House

[so_dark_a_road]

There was a tap on his door. Curufin was uneasy about Maedhros as well as the others. He himself was ill, but probably not as much so as they were.

"Tyelko's not here, but I am. Can I come in?"

[castintofire]

They all needed to be careful. Illness didn't sit well with them.

A fever-bright eye peered at the door as Maedhros debated if Curufin was truly there or not. But it didn't matter enough to deny entrance.

"Curvo? Of course you may." He would welcome all his brothers.

[so_dark_a_road]

Indeed it did not! But Curufin was managing to keep the ghosts at bay, for the most part. Though sometimes Tyelko beckoned or laughed at him from the shadows, or Caranthir looked at him with his sad dark eyes, or the twins tiptoed past him winking at each other.

When Maedhros opened the door, Curufin smiled at him. "It sounds as though you have a whole army in there! I'll keep you company, though, even though I'm not an army, just one live brother."

He came in, looked around, didn't see Maedhros' ghosts -- though he knew that Maedhros did. However, he had the sovereign remedy for phantoms -- food and drink! He was carrying a tray of sandwiches and tea. "Hungry?"

[castintofire]

Maedhros huffed, though his gaze was gentle. "You know Tyelko. Only quiet when hunting, and oft not even then!" Celegorm's shadow grinned, unrepentant, at him.

He levered himself up, making room for his brother to sit with him, and beckoned welcome. "I should eat." Even when he didn't want to.

"Thank you, Curvo."